Warhammer: Opening is a Crisis of Doom

In this crisis, Valyrian did his best.

The automatic artillery arrays all over the city walls of the Lion's Gate opened fire immediately.

There are also gunships and titans, as well as countless war implements carrying the wrath of humans as auxiliary.

They poured down a series of tightly intertwined walls of fire in an instant.

Pieces of demons fell under the frenzied firepower sweep.

But more demons came up.

They climbed along the city walls, or flew to the palace with the help of wings.

The defense of Lion's Gate is full of loopholes due to the problem of military strength.

Even if the Forbidden Army who reacted arrived in time to help defend with the Gray Knights, the situation would not be optimistic.

The demon's attack is too strong.

Even some of the Silent Sisters who were sitting in the inner court were dispatched.

These psychic nemesis are effective against warp daemons.

But these have been unable to prevent the final fate.

After tens of thousands of years, the Lion's Gate was breached again by demons and traitors led by Angron.

The towers of defense collapsed under the siege of the living.

The great bronze mechanical door shattered under Angron's axe.

The demons poured into the outer court along the gap in the city wall.

The traitor at the forefront - Angron roared to the sky.

His roar was enough to be heard clearly and thoroughly for a hundred miles around.

Valyrian jumped off the fighter plane and threw himself into the battle immediately.

The tide of magic is endless, and it seems that there is no end to the past.

For the first time Valyrian faced such a large number of demons.

He could feel a trace of the brutality of the war on the Internet Road in the past.

The Sister of Silence stood by his side, using the anti-psychic field to suppress the demons.

The gray knights have also activated their weapons to fight in the mad tide.

Relying on his keen combat intuition and the instinct derived from years of training, Valyrian brandished the weapon in his hand under the siege of countless demons.

Slashing, picking up, the moves are simple and effective.

The monsters rushing towards him were all killed in the impeccable attack.

The silent nun who cooperated with him had an incomparable understanding.

This is the Emperor's design.

In that time when there was still hope, the Sisters of Silence enjoyed special treatment like the Praetorians.

The power of the Great Sister is comparable to that of the Marshal of the Custodian Army, and she is the emperor's right-hand man.

But with the passage of time, they once disappeared in the mainstream history.

The high lords don't like them.

Because of its soulless nature, it makes people feel very uncomfortable.

The Sisters of Silence can only be scattered across the galaxy, taking on the task of fighting demons and cultists alone.

They had not returned to Terra until recently.

Valyrian had heard that there were more Sisters of Silence beside the Primarch.

The Primarch is helping them restore their former identity and status, making them the most powerful force in the Imperium's fight against the Warp.

The walls crumbled and the Lionsgate fell.

Marshal Valanor of the Forbidden Army urgently mobilized the Forbidden Army from other areas to join the battle.

Even the Dreadnought Mecha, which had been sleeping for thousands of years, was dispatched.

Sleeping inside were the remains of Custodians who were traumatized, but still willing to serve the Emperor.

They roared from the Dreadnought's megaphones, their massive cannons spewed fury, and their chainswords spun at high speed, slicing through every monster that tried to get in their way.

An army of millions of mortals used their flesh and blood to hold back the maddened enemies from advancing on the palace.

Composed of warp inanimate and already mad thugs, they are on a grand scale, no less than the siege battles of yesteryear.

The torrent of the enemy army is uneven, and each monster that sweeps it is unique, and it is the incarnation of all kinds of strange nightmare entities in the dreams of mortals.

Those twisted and mutated thugs mingled with the ranks of demons, and from time to time they let out piercing screams, and these sounds often contained madness and excitement to meet the doomsday.

In the vast battlefield of the palace and court echoed the sound of the clash of swords and the heat wave that could incinerate everything.

Valyrian was immersed in the killing, even if his muscles were aching, he didn't care.

The Imperial Army must not fail again.

The devil must never be allowed to step into the inner court again.

"Reload." Valyrian threw the halberd in his hand to his machine slave, and took the spare weapon.

He turned around, bent his knees, and raised up, directly disemboweling the demon that was pounced on him.

He fought hard, and like the rest of the Loyalists, he wanted to drive out the demons, or at least take back the Lion's Gate.

There were dead bodies all around him, and the stench was almost poisonous.

It's a pity that the demons are endless, and so are the thugs.

The enemy pounced on the fire defense built by the loyalists again and again.

Those big demons of Khorne, who were bleeding with blood and burning with black flames, had merged with the blood god, destroyed all defenses.

Towers collapsed in front of them, tanks were overturned and destroyed like toys, and city walls were reduced to ruins in the shock and impact.

Nothing can stop them.

Those mortal soldiers who tried to flee from them were either torched or hacked to pieces by their axes.

We are going to fail again.

Is it like a monarch who couldn't protect himself like 10,000 years ago?

A thought frightened Valyrian.

Those great demons are wreaking havoc, and there is nothing that can stop them.

"Kill." Valyrian suppressed the anxiety in his heart and rushed towards one of the great demons.

The Gray Knight and the Sister of Silence at his side followed closely behind.

It was huge indeed, bigger than any foe Valyrian had ever seen, indistinguishable from a titan.

Valyrian had also seen the monster tear apart the titans who garrisoned the palace.

Thinking of this, Valyrian became even more dissatisfied with the high lords, and even wanted to kill them.

The Firebee Titan Legion and the Jiaoyang Titan Legion, which were originally in charge of guarding the palace, were sent to the Beta-Galmon galaxy by those damn high lords.

Now, there are only some small and medium titans left in the palace.

There is no Emperor class, and there is no Apocalypse class.

This folly caused the palace's defenses to plummet.

When the matter died down, Valyrian swore he would advise the Custodian Marshal and make those fellows pay dearly.

They have strayed from His vision.

Ignoring Terra's defenses for power.

Behavior like this is unforgivable and a price must be paid

The great demon of Khorne roared, sinking into the concrete with every step forward, denting in, leaving a blasphemous mark on the ground, burning with black fire.

Its power is no less than that of a mechanically built Titan, and its strong and powerful body contains the surging power of a volcano.

The ax in his hand was about the size of the chassis of a heavy tank, and it looked very heavy. A mortal could not bear a blow from it.

As the ax blade whizzed across the air, it left a trail of flames in the air.

The big devil put away the pair of bat wings with bony spurs, and landed freely from a height of hundreds of meters.

As it moved, the earth gave out an overwhelmed rumble.

The high platform was trampled under it, and the flaming battle ax was held in the muscled arms.

It looked at Valyrian and the others who were rushing towards him, and roared challengingly.

The roar was deafening and even stirred up a gust of wind.

Some low-level demons lost control because of this, bumping into others of the same kind.

The mortal soldiers who remained nearby screamed in pain at his roar.

The violent ether surrounds it, and those eyes are full of malice,

The Sisters of Silence and the Gray Knights surrounding Valyrian drew their weapons.

The anti-psychic power field spread automatically, covering the big demon.

But it doesn't care. Even with its physical body, it is confident enough to kill these stupid ants.

Valyrian was the first to charge, and he was always the fastest.

"Slave of the Corpse Emperor." The great demon roared.

"Go back, Puppet of the Blood God." Valyrian responded with his weapon in hand.

He could feel the depravity emanating from these shards of Khorne.

It was like a melting pot, seething with simmering, uncontrollable rage.

Valyrian had accumulated enough kinetic energy for his charge within this short distance.

He clenched the halberd in his hand, jumped up within a suitable distance, and slashed at the demon fiercely.

The Gray Knight and the Sister of Silence jumped up the steps after him without hesitation.

The weapons in their hands were ready to go, shouting condemnation and words of firmness in their hearts, and launched an attack on the demon together.

Bombs blared, and swords sliced ​​through the air.

With the help of the kinetic energy of the jump and the potential energy of the fall, the halberd in Valyrian's hand slammed into the giant ax of Khorne.

Demon iron imbued with the power of hell stands against the steel of the Empire.

A shock wave visible to the naked eye was set off by the huge impact.

Valyrian's body was directly blown away by this shock wave, and the Great Demon of Khorne also stepped back a few steps one after another.

The Gray Knights and the Sisters of Silence took the opportunity to attack other positions of the demon.

One gray knight smashed the knee pads of the demon with an armor-piercing warhammer, another shouted the name of the emperor and smashed the opponent's head, and the other gray knights stabbed and slashed with their swords, and then continuously fired blessed bomb.

The Sisters of Silence are also among the Gray Knights, and their special abilities strip the demon of its Warp power, allowing it to fight only by mortal rules.

The great demon roared, and swung his battle ax with his powerful arms. A gray knight was chopped off in the middle, and the mutilated limbs burned in the black fire.

One of the Sisters of Silence was knocked off the dais by its savage impact, and the battle ax in her hand killed another nun and filled the floor of the dais with burning flames.

Valyrian got to his feet, bleeding from his jaw, pain in his arm.

He suppressed the physical pain and charged even faster, leaping and slashing again.

They are shards of Khorne, fueled by an eternal rage that dissolves in blood, and driven at their core by a never-ending drive to kill.

Even the weapons of the Gray Knights can only do meager damage to them.

However, their attacks are extremely deadly to the loyalists of the empire.

No matter what type of Terminator armor or the golden armor of the Custodian, it is as fragile as paper in front of the Khorne archdevil.

However, Valyrian didn't hesitate at all, he just rushed forward again.

He knew that he was going to die, but he went forward bravely.

Only in this way can there be a chance of victory.

Valyrian's halberd pierced into the demon's body, the point of the lance glowing with blue arcs of disintegrating force, all sinking into the foe's flesh.

Painful roars sounded, and the demon was angry that he was severely injured by the ants.

Valyrian let out a roar, shouted the slogan of dying for the emperor, stirred the war halberd in his hand, and then drew it suddenly.

The scorching blood of the devil also spewed out immediately after.

The gray knights launched a joint attack again. They united together and attacked the demon's joints, heart and other important positions, further increasing the results.

The injury made the big demon even crazier, and as it roared, lower-level demons also gathered and surrounded the high platform.

A gray knight was overwhelmed, ripped apart by the endless demons in a desperate roar.

This forced Valyrian and others to separate some people to prevent the low-level demons from destroying their plans.

This makes combat operations against a great demon even more difficult.

Valyrian endured the pain in his body, ignoring the painful groans from the battle armor, he rushed forward again, stabbing the opponent's thigh with the halberd in his hand, and with the help of the disintegrating force field, another deep wound was drawn .

The gray knight who led the group slammed his warhammer into the archdemon's face, breaking one of its horns burning with black fire, and deflecting its huge head.

Howling in rage, the Archdemon threw a punch and hit a Gray Knight.

An ear-piercing voice came from the heavy body dressed in iron gray.

The gray knight's bones and battle armor were all shattered under the terrifying brute force.

Then, the monster turned its head and looked at Valyrian, with terrible anger in its eyes.

The battle ax in his hand slashed at the imperial army.

Valyrian tried to parry the blow, but he flew anyway.

The warframe blared its siren, showing multiple damage, his bones shattered in the confrontation.

The emperor gave the Custodians enough powerful genetic modification, otherwise Valyrian would burst into countless scattered wreckage under the blow of the archdemon.

The great demon rushed to the imperial army, knowing that the greatest threat was the corpse emperor's slave.

They were given flesh and power to fight the warp.

The only way to win is to kill him.

But the gray knight and the nun of silence didn't let it get what it wanted. A nun of silence slashed at its knee with a huge sword with all her strength.

The crackling greatsword cut into the demon's blood-red muscle, and sliced ​​through the gray-white tendon.

The great demon uttered a desperate roar. Such a wound is not considered a serious injury in the subspace.

But this is the real universe, and everything needs to follow the laws of reality.

The joints were broken, and the archdemon failed to deliver the final blow to Valyrian.

It lost its balance and fell.

Valyrian ignored the bone spurs and shattered armor left in his body, and stabbed it at the throat with the halberd in his hand.

The powerful recovery ability continued to his bones and flesh, and was destroyed again in his reckless counterattack.

All the halberds that shone with the light of disintegrating force fields were submerged into the demon's body, leaving only a spear handle at the end.

The other gray knights and the nun of silence all shot together.

Smash every tendon and joint of the opponent to ensure that the opponent will never be able to stand up again.

When the Great Demon of Khorne was silent, Valyrian drew out his halberd and barely stood on the battlefield relying on it.

He looked around and could see Loyalists who had lost a lot.

This is just a small tragic victory. In order to kill a big demon, the team of Gray Knight and Sister of Silence has been torn apart, and everyone is wounded.

Even himself.

His injury was so severe that he needed a professional therapist to treat him, otherwise the remaining bone spurs and ruptured tendons would make him a useless person.

However, the war situation at this time made him dare not even think about leaving the battlefield.

The demon has gained complete dominance, and he must fight on to defend the palace.

Not every team was victorious, and many teams of Custodians, Gray Knights, and Sisters of Silence failed as they were torn apart by the Archdemon.

On the other side, the Custodian Marshal and the best Gray Knights and Sisters of Silence are fighting Angron.

Things were not going well for them either.

Marshal of the Forbidden Army-Valano is the strongest and most intelligent representative of the Forbidden Army.

Valyrian acknowledged this.

He was inferior to Valanor in both strategy and wisdom.

However, by this time Valano was already scarred.

His golden armor was shattered, struggling to hold on under Angron's berserk attack, before being knocked into the air, crashing into the burning wreckage of a tank in the distance.

Those Gray Knights and Sisters of Silence were powerless to stop this violent Demon Primarch, who was wantonly harvested and killed by him.

The Imperial Army teamed up to fight, but they were also at a disadvantage.

Their battle lines are slowly crumbling.

Once Valanor is slain, the remaining forces of the Empire will be forced to retreat to the Last Gate.

That is the place where the rebels once attacked ten thousand years ago.

Valyrian wants to go to support Valanor on the battlefield.

But he took two steps and fell down. The others had no choice but to take him to break out, hand him over to the healing machine slave, and send him on a fighter plane to retreat to the rear.

The Custodian Marshal Valanor, who fought against Angron, has fallen into despair.

The power of the Demon Primarch is beyond imagination.

The Primarch was once his most outstanding creation, now blessed with the power of Chaos.

Every time he blocked a blow, the Marshal of the Forbidden Army could feel that his internal organs had shifted, and the sweet and greasy blood kept pouring into his throat.

Another blow, Valanor felt that his arm had been broken by the huge impact, and his limbs flew to the side weakly.

This time, he didn't have the strength to stand up again.

The armor was shattered, and the bones in the body were broken in many places.

He didn't even have the ability to get up.

"Finally." Angron roared.

He strode towards the direction of the palace, swung the blood ax burning with black flames, and cut the rushing Gray Knight in two.

Those nuns of silence are even more vulnerable in front of him, and can be destroyed at will.

Not even the assembled Custodians could stop the daemon Primarch, only to fall to his axe.

The Archdemon of Khorne and Angron reunited.

No power can stop them from entering the palace.

People were all crying in terror.

All hope is lost.

Everything will be destroyed.

Some commanders standing on the high wall almost fainted. Could it be that the empire that has stood for thousands of years will be terminated today?

At the hands of a treacherous Daemon Primarch, headed for destruction.

at this time.

The melodious, grand hymn suddenly echoed on the battlefield of Terra.

It is so holy, so holy, guiding those suffering and confused souls in whispers.

A paradise of light is reflected in the endless darkness.

The reverberation of the hymn announces something is coming.

Announcing the end of something.

The demons screamed, and they didn't like the sound.

It's like humans don't like that weird whisper.

Angron stopped in his tracks, and he looked towards the burning sky with a sense of feeling.

The voice came from there, and a ship emitting golden light in the void was moored in Terra's low earth orbit.

The power of the Emperor is radiated through countless worshipers and lighthouse devices, suppressing the realm of the blood god.

The burning blood-colored sky was pierced by the holy golden light.

Like a cracked darkness, light emerges from the cracked gap, replacing the original color.

Under the gaze of the people in deep despair, the fire of despair was burning, and in the sky filled with blood-colored clouds, beams of light emerged, incomparably bright, shining arcs, representing purity and holiness.

Those pillars of light are majestic and magnificent, as if connecting heaven and earth.

They are symbols of human rage and technological might.

The moment the beam of light hit the ground, there was a violent air current, and all the nearby demons and thugs were blown away.

"For Guilliman, for the Holy Emperor."

Deafening, enough to shake the entire world's war roar sounded.

Already ready to go, the primordial space fighters who had sharpened their swords filed out.

They lined up in battle formation, walking out from the beam of light just like ancient warriors.

Destroyed, like an iron fist smashed all clay sculptures that are unsightly.

Those survivors who have not yet lost themselves and shivered in the dark cannot find any words to describe this scene.

Just like in an ancient myth, the merciful god sent his angel to descend from the sky to sweep away all evil spirits.

They shed tears of excitement, watching those powerful fighters behead any enemy who dared to attack them.

And on the battlefield outside the imperial palace, many loyalists who were still struggling to resist the demons were also deeply shocked.

Seeing the beam of light falling from the sky, seeing the soldiers walking out of the beam of light.

Those warriors were taller, stronger, and armed with more advanced weapons than previous Space Marines.

They destroy everything, they destroy everything.

They are invincible.

Screaming in agony, the demons crumbled to pieces under the berserk fire of reinforcements.

The mob died crying.

Any resistance is meaningless.

All that remains for the enemies of the Empire is death.

Only death.

Behind the Primaris Space Marines, there are huge regiments of Astra Militarum, tank groups and knight titans.

They also came out of the beam of light, full of mystery.

At this time, the sound of whistling came.

The clouds in the scarlet sky were cut, passing dense fighter planes like a swarm of bees.

They began round after round of saturation bombing against the ground.

Those soldiers were all wearing exoskeleton armor equipped with automatic laser guns and artillery, and their advancing speed and firepower were not comparable to Terra's corps.

The difference between the two is like one is in the age of flintlock and the other is in the age of information technology. It is not a concept at all.

The design of those tanks is even crazier. They completely abandon the tracks and use anti-gravity suspension propulsion. They are faster and have more ferocious firepower.

The Knight Titans gathered into a phalanx, like an ancient cavalry battle formation, charging against the energy shield, tearing apart all enemies with power spears and cannons.

Valanor, who was helped to stand up, looked no less astonished than the mortal soldiers next to him. It was hard for him to imagine what kind of army it was.

When did the empire have such an army? ?

Angron raised his head to the sky and roared furiously, roaring for the reversal of the battle situation.

"Long time no see, Angron, I didn't expect you to be as irritable as ever."

A clear voice sounded, very penetrating, and everyone on the battlefield could hear it very clearly.

In the beam of light, a mythical figure appeared.

He was wearing azure power armor inlaid with a golden double-headed eagle, and his figure was much taller than those modified space fighters, like a giant.

Loyal guards swarmed around him, Ultramar's battle standard held tightly by them.

The flag fluttered for everyone to see clearly.

Everyone held their breath the moment they saw that face.

So perfect, so divine.

Those who have suffered have sworn in secret for a split second that they will devote their eternal allegiance to this one person.

Only the collapse of the stars, the destruction of all things can make this oath invalid.

His arrival is the beginning of hope.

His arrival is a symbol of victory.

"Guilliman," Angron roared.

"I'm glad you still remember my name. Angron, kneel before me." Guilliman stood in front of the honor guards, looked at Angron who had been completely distorted into a demon form, with a smile on his face. Said with a smile.

With such self-confidence, even in front of countless demons and traitor primarchs, he is still so calm, as if he doesn't take them seriously.

Everyone felt that the oppressive battlefield was instantly lightened, and they no longer felt hopeless.

The victory that belongs to mankind and belongs to the empire is bound to come.

His arrival means that everything has been settled.

"Kneel to you?" Angron's eyes were burning with anger, and the tomahawk in his hand was clenched more and more tightly.

"Yes, I am the lord of Ultramar, the regent of the human empire, the highest authority in the empire, and the executor of the emperor's will. For the sake of our brothers, kneel to me, it is your soul The only way to rest in peace," said Guilliman.

"Your arrogance is no different from his, Guilliman," Angron said.

"This is an opportunity for you. If you don't want to, I can break your legs and make you kneel."

Guilliman activated the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and golden flames rose up.

Seeing the sword unveiled on the battlefield, countless loyalists of the empire cheered excitedly.

Valanor also looked shocked, and many imperial guards gathered around him.

After thinking for a moment, Valanor knew that Guilliman's arrival was his vision, otherwise Guilliman would never have been able to activate the Emperor's Sword.

"Support the Regent of the Empire, and the Wanfu will fight for him," Varanor said.

Many imperial guards stepped forward, and they assembled into a battle formation. In the ancient sacred chants, they raised their blades and charged the demon again.

A great demon of Khorne charged at Guilliman to decapitate a Primarch for his master.

The heavy body trampled on the concrete ground, every step made the surroundings vibrate, leaving burning hoof prints one by one.

Its battle ax burned black with flames and was gripped in thick, bone-spurred palms bound with iron chains.

Hacking a primarch while men and demons watch.

"Go to hell, son of the corpse emperor." The big demon roared.

"This is an offense, the Inanimate." Guilliman said indifferently, he raised the Emperor's Sword in his hand, and the golden light enveloped him.

Light shone in the Primarch's eyes, a mixture of gold and blue.

The demon screamed and fled the area he was in.

The big demon showed a rare frightened expression, and it suddenly realized how reckless its actions were.

Both the Power of Dominion and the Power of the Emperor reside in Guilliman's body.

Ordinary demons are simply not enough to fight him.

No one could see Guilliman's shot clearly.

Just a sword.

The big demon let out a series of screams in the light, and then turned into dust.

All the gray knights, mortals, nuns of silence and the imperial army who had experienced the bloody battle just now fell silent.

With just one sword, they directly killed the big demon that they could not kill with all their strength.

What kind of power is this?

What kind of power is this?

This is no less than the Return of the Emperor.

The other great demons felt the same aura in Guilliman as their master.

Not that powerful, but full of endless potential.

a potential god.

A god who walks in the real universe.

"Angron, now it's your turn." Guilliman turned to Angron and said flatly.

"Guilliman." Angron gritted his teeth, shook his head, and expelled those weak thoughts from his mind.

Gripping his ax tightly, he roared and charged at Guilliman.

"It's not a wise choice to lay hands on me." Guilliman also rushed forward, "Do you think I'm a slave owner? Angron, will hands to me satisfy your fragile heart?"

The battle between the two sides stirred up violent air currents and waves of psionic energy.

Ordinary people have no way to intervene in such a battle.

It is very difficult to even get close, it is very reluctant, and it will be torn apart by the turbulent current.

"You are only a slave too, Guilliman, and that has never changed." Angron swung his ax and growled, just like the battle ten thousand years ago.

"Angron, everyone is a slave." Guilliman did not kill Angron directly like beheading a big demon, but easily blocked his blow, and retorted slowly, "Whose fate We are not independent, we are connected to others. We are enslaved, whether overtly or secretly. What is the difference between the natural mission and the bond of slavery?"

"We can't choose our own destiny, we can only choose the attitude towards fate. You chose to surrender, didn't you? Cowardly and incompetent. You once bowed your knee to the emperor, now you bow to the blood god, maybe in the future, you will still bow to I bow my knees. Your fate is to kneel, kneel forever, and never have the courage to resist fate. You are not as good as those gladiators who died in Nukelia. They knew they were weaker than you, and they knew that they would die if they resisted the nobles. , but they were never afraid."

"And you look very powerful, but you are afraid. You are afraid of being killed by your father, so you took over the War Dogs Legion and made them slaves to please your father. You didn't even dare to resist, so you could only follow Helu It was only after Si’s back that he dared to raise the butcher knife that was cut at his father.”

Today's Guilliman is more eloquent and sharper than Guilliman 10,000 years ago. He directly ridiculed Angron's most painful and most concerned things.

"Shut up, Guilliman," Angron growled.

The slash of the tomahawk was easily blocked by Guilliman, which made him even more furious.

"Why did you tell me to shut up? Instead of contradicting me, is it because what I said is true. Admit it, Angron, your tragedy stems from your cowardice. You betrayed your father, but you still dare not pursue the true Freedom, you can only hide behind another slave owner, pretending to be very powerful."

Guilliman easily dealt with Angron's attack.

"Don't you too?" Angron howled.

"I am the highest ruler in the empire. My father has already left. He will never be able to leave the golden throne to speak. The empire that the Primarchs spent their efforts to build has become my pocket, and no one can challenge my position." Guilliman's words were relaxed and humorous. He didn't seem to take this battle seriously, and he was just chatting with this battle.

"Maybe my destiny was once controlled by others, but now it won't. I am free. There are many ways to fight, and I chose to fight, but you chose to submit cowardly, so I succeeded and got freedom. And you continue your life as a slave."

Guilliman has many ways to expel Angron without contact.

But that's pointless.

If the empire wants to develop steadily, it must have some fun for the demons of the warp.

Angron is obviously a good trigger point.

"Do you know where the souls of your gladiator friends are?" Guilliman asked while blocking Angron's attack.

Angron didn't answer, he just attacked frantically, trying to kill Guilliman.

But no matter how he attacked, Guilliman was able to do it with ease, and it was extremely easy.

"They are tortured in the warp, without the blessing of faith, they cannot enter the emperor's kingdom, and the gods spurn them." Guilliman whispered, as if the whisper of a demon was full of bewitching, "Lo Did Jia tell you what is the condition for you to ascend? What do you need to pay?"

"Shut up," Angron yelled.

Unmoved, Guilliman gave a wider smile.

"It's the souls of your companions. Lorgar's ritual sacrifices the souls of your companions and all life on the planet Nukelia. Their souls are chewed into waste by your gods, and then thrown away, falling into Lorgar's hands , to become a new demon slave. Tsk tsk, Lorgar is really good to you, making you a slave, and making those souls who died with free will become slaves again, just to make you no longer alone."

"No!" The flames on Angron's body burned again, and he slashed at Guilliman like crazy.

The battle ax and the emperor's sword collided, and every time there was a loud sound, the air wave rolled, and the people nearby were blown away.

where the two fought

"Your companions must be grateful to you. You took them to die, and then took them to slavery. You became slaves to the blood gods, slaves to Lorgar. Ah, gladiators of great freedom, enslaved forever They are really good brothers. Angron, you will always be a coward. You dare not say that you rebelled against your father, nor dare you rebel against the blood god. Look at how fierce you are now, It makes me a little scared, are you trying to please Khorne? Just like you did to please your father back then, then you really haven’t changed at all.”

"Father will give you a reward, I guess, the blood god will give you one too? A reward, or a crown? It's so sad, Angron, look, father fooled you, Horus fooled You, Lorgar is fooling you, and the Blood God is also fooling you, but you don't even have the courage to resist."

"But it's normal. After all, not everyone is as good and rebellious as me. The power is in your hands, and you are in charge of Terra, the new savior of mankind. In the future, a character like you will not be qualified to talk to me. Those who can talk to me There is only your master. Everyone is a Primarch, why am I so good, but you are so unbearable?"

Guilliman spoke slowly and unhurriedly, and then seized an opening, and an elbow knocked Angron back, causing several of his teeth to fall out.

Angron was completely insane, and Guilliman condemned every sentence, but he was not the opponent's opponent, and was always suppressed by the opponent.

"The game is over, Angron, you have to kneel down."

Guilliman swung Angron away with his sword, his speed was so fast that only an afterimage could be seen.

With the blessing of dominance, Angron is not his opponent at all.

Guilliman discarded the Emperor's Sword, grabbed the Butcher's Nail on the back of Angron's head, and yanked it like a hair, forcing him to throw his head back.

A punch hit Angron's face, causing his teeth to fly out mixed with blood.

Then, another punch.

The action is extremely simple, but it shocked countless demons and survivors.

The powerful and unstoppable Angron was directly held down and beaten by the Regent of the Empire.

The shock to them was even more shocking than Guilliman killing the great demon with the sword of the emperor.

After punching several times in a row, Angron was completely changed.

Guilliman broke his bones and twisted his tendons.

Let it lose the ability to continue to resist.

Then Guilliman grabbed his batwing, and with a sudden force of both hands, Angron tore it off alive amidst Angron's screams of pain.

Hot blood spurted out.

Guilliman lifted the battered Angron aloft.

In the middle of the battlefield, everyone can see clearly.

Angron's limbs slumped limply after being deprived of the ability to resist, he could only let out a helpless roar.

"Angron, remember this day. I will not kill you, but you will always be ashamed. You are a coward, a coward who dares not stand up to anyone, and you only dare to show your strength against the weak. You are just A piece of shit that doesn't deserve a spine because your weakness is disgusting."

After speaking, Guilliman slammed Angron on his knee, and the sound of the demon primarch's spine breaking resounded throughout the battlefield.

Demons and mortals were all shocked by this scene.

The roaring monsters also fell silent one after another.

Guilliman threw the limp Angron to the ground.

"You are no longer qualified to fight me, Angron. I don't like fighting slaves. This is the last time, as punishment and humiliation for your past mistakes. Go back to your master and follow it Let's fight against me. A domesticated dog barks only when its owner is around."

Guilliman put his foot on Angron's head and looked around at the demons and thugs.

"I order in the name of the Regent of the Empire to kill all the monsters who invaded my father's palace."